Fighting

I was once what you would call a bitch
A pussy
Not just because I couldn't fight. No
I'd run my mouth and be a prick
Then run when my punishment came
Of course I was young
Stupid
Completely misunderstood
I had reasons for this
Bad home life, anger, an absent father and a religious phsyco mother
Still it was no reason to act the way I did
Twards everyone
I paid the price later on
Juvenile prison taught me well
How to fight, lie, manipulate
I was one of two white boys
Had to learn the hard way that race matters in the joint
The sad thing is
It was the only place I felt I truly belong
Truly fit in
Comfortable
I got out at 17
Bigger
Tougher
More experienced in physical altercations
I wanted to fight
Almost desperate
to come across someone running they're mouth
So I could hurt them
I've fought a lot since then
Hurt a lot of people
All over some bullshit
Why can't I ever walk away?
I hear that shit talk
and I'm instantly on edge
Ready to swing
To inflict pain
To release this rage and these demons withing me
just screaming to get out
I wish these problems
Of which I have many
Didn't always come back
to fighting